Ahoy
Hey, all. I know I haven't posted in a while, but FYI, I still do lurk these boards. I had coffee with Jen last night -- yes, *the* Jen, from high school and freshman year. She's a sorority girl semi-partier now, which is weird for me, since she was ridiculously judgmental of such types when we were together. It is just... I don't know, strage.
We traded amiable insults at one another for about an hour and a half amidst conversation, when the following conversation ensued:
Me: "Oh, man... there's really a lot of latent bitterness flying back and forth between the two of us, isn't there?"
Jen: "Yeah, well... wait, are you bitter?"
Me: "Um... yeah!"
Jen: "What do you have to be bitter about?"
Me: "You were insane! Okay, what are you bitter about?"
Jen: "You were a deusche!"
Me: (laughing) "Okay, okay. How was I a deusche?"
At this point, she preceeded to spend about 5 minutes laying into me, enumerating all the things that she was bitter at me for. Most of them involved the circumstances of our breakup; how it happened, when it happened, etc. It also happened to be the day after her junior prom (which I took her to), and she felt that I had wrecked it. After she was done, she told me that it was "my turn," even though I was probably going to take my turn whether or not she bestowed it upon me. I spent the next 5 minutes ripping into her, telling her how she ruined my freshman year, how she was possessive, controlling, manipulative, etc. I even told her that I threw a computer off a 100-foot cliff while screaming profanities at her (true story, there's a video to prove it).
We both said some things to each other that we have been dying to say for about two years now. It was really, really good. She wants to do it again (the coffee part, not the re-hashing old bitterness part), and I think I'm up for that. I think the whole thing, especially the confrontation part, was something that needed to happen for closure's sake.
On a completely unrelated note --
We all die a little bit every day, simply because we are one day closer to our own death. Lately, I've been feeling like I've been dying faster. Like, at the end of the day, I lost more than a day's worth of my life. Sorry to be cryptic; I would elaborate if I knew precisely what was going on.
We traded amiable insults at one another for about an hour and a half amidst conversation, when the following conversation ensued:
Me: "Oh, man... there's really a lot of latent bitterness flying back and forth between the two of us, isn't there?"
Jen: "Yeah, well... wait, are you bitter?"
Me: "Um... yeah!"
Jen: "What do you have to be bitter about?"
Me: "You were insane! Okay, what are you bitter about?"
Jen: "You were a deusche!"
Me: (laughing) "Okay, okay. How was I a deusche?"
At this point, she preceeded to spend about 5 minutes laying into me, enumerating all the things that she was bitter at me for. Most of them involved the circumstances of our breakup; how it happened, when it happened, etc. It also happened to be the day after her junior prom (which I took her to), and she felt that I had wrecked it. After she was done, she told me that it was "my turn," even though I was probably going to take my turn whether or not she bestowed it upon me. I spent the next 5 minutes ripping into her, telling her how she ruined my freshman year, how she was possessive, controlling, manipulative, etc. I even told her that I threw a computer off a 100-foot cliff while screaming profanities at her (true story, there's a video to prove it).
We both said some things to each other that we have been dying to say for about two years now. It was really, really good. She wants to do it again (the coffee part, not the re-hashing old bitterness part), and I think I'm up for that. I think the whole thing, especially the confrontation part, was something that needed to happen for closure's sake.
On a completely unrelated note --
We all die a little bit every day, simply because we are one day closer to our own death. Lately, I've been feeling like I've been dying faster. Like, at the end of the day, I lost more than a day's worth of my life. Sorry to be cryptic; I would elaborate if I knew precisely what was going on.